For the past half a month, the Port of Clearwater had been like a festival, even if he was standing on the balcony at the top of the Lord's Tower, Ryan could still feel the high atmosphere in the city.
The goods and people that had been moved from Eagle City had greatly expanded the strength of the port city, the looters had also reaped a great harvest, and the slave market had also become lively. After going through a series of battles, the Black Sail Fleet not only didn't suffer many losses, but instead had added a large number of slaves to act as sailors, and were currently undergoing intense training at the port. In a few days, they would head to the Fjords and begin their first plunder of the year.
Her Majesty the Queen had also timely issued a slave development decree, as long as these captured slaves from Eagle City were able to capture new people as replacements, they would be able to jump from slaves to the people of the Port of Clearwater in one fell swoop. Presumably, with such an inspiring decree, the people of Eagle City who had been reduced to slaves would also do their best to fight.
Now that Timothy had been defeated, there was no one in the Kingdom of Graycastle who could stop the Queen of Clearwater. As long as there was enough time, Garcia Wimbledon would inevitably become the master of Graycastle. Ryan thought so, but why didn't the Queen's face have a happy expression, instead, there was a trace of lingering haze between her eyebrows?
"Your Majesty, the patriarchs of the Sandstone Clan and the Black Bone Clan are requesting an audience." A guard's voice came from outside the door.
Ryan looked at Her Majesty, and seeing that the latter didn't show any expression, he shouted: "Bring them in."
Whether it was resting, holding meetings, or receiving visitors, Her Majesty always liked to do so at the top of the tower. As long as the weather was right, the balcony was the place where Garcia would spend the most time. Most people weren't used to standing in mid-air, facing the slightly fishy smell of the sea breeze. The Sand Nation was no exception.
The patriarch of the Sandstone Clan was a petite woman, and was also the Goddess of the clan. When Ryan first heard this introduction, he snorted in his heart, what Goddess, she was nothing more than a fallen witch. The patriarch of the Black Bone Clan was tall, his face was covered with scars, and his arms were as thick as an average person's thigh. At every meeting, there would be three to four guards surrounding him to prevent him from harming Her Majesty the Queen.
The moment they stepped onto the terrace, the two Patriarchs simultaneously frowned, but they quickly restrained their expressions and respectfully knelt down to the Queen of Clearwater, "May the road ahead of you be filled with oases, and may the stars in the sky illuminate your path."
"Get up." Garcia sat down with her back against the guardrail. "What do you think? Are you satisfied with your new residence?"
"Everything's fine," Goddess Kabala said. "There are forests and water sources in the territory. It's much more comfortable than the sand-swept Iron Sand City."
"That's all right. What are you here for? "
"Your Majesty, last time you gave —"
The Black Bone Patriarch had just opened his mouth when he was interrupted by Kabala. "It's like this, Your Majesty. After the last battle, many of the brave warriors showed signs of weakness and exhaustion. Only by regularly taking new pills would they be able to recover. However, we didn't have many pills left. I'm here to ask you to give us more pills. "
"I also mean the same," Black Bone Patriarch said in a muffled voice as he glared at the Goddess.
"The materials needed to make this thing are very complicated, and I don't have much left. Rest assured, when the new batch of pills is made, I will send them to you as soon as possible. But don't forget to prepare the Golden Dragon. If it's not enough, you can use the River Styx to pay for it. "
"Your Majesty, forgive me for asking," Kabala hesitated for a moment. "Do you know when the next batch will be made?"
"I can't tell you this," Garcia said as she smoothed her hair that had been messed up by the sea breeze. "Everything about the pills is a secret, so you should go back and wait patiently. Those warriors are just dispirited, nothing more. If they rest more, it won't be a big problem. "
The guards received Ryan's hint and came forward to surround the Sand Nation, "bringing" Kabala and Black Bone Patriarch, who still wanted to ask a few more questions.
After the door to the terrace was closed, Garcia let out a soft sigh.
Ryan rarely heard Her Majesty the Queen make such a sound, so he took the initiative to ask: "Your Majesty, do you think it's inappropriate to let the Sand Nation settle on the southern border? If one day they become strong … "
"No, Ryan," Garcia shook her head, "I have never worried about the Sand Nation, they can't pose any threat to the Port of Clearwater. The lake in that piece of land happens to be in the middle of the two clans' territories, and the upstream passes through the Port of Clearwater. As long as I block half of the river, the reduced lake will make them fight among themselves. The reason why I chose Sandstone and Black Bone Patriarch is because of this – their relationship has never been harmonious. "
"Then are you worried about the pills?"
Garcia didn't answer. At this moment, the guards knocked on the door and said: "Your Majesty, the Church Priest Di Carr requests an audience."
"Bring him in," the Queen immediately stood up, her face becoming even more gloomy.
"Your Majesty Garcia Wimbledon, I greet you on behalf of the Holy City," the priest stepped onto the terrace and bowed.
"What about the pills? Why were the first few batches delivered normally, but this batch has been delayed? "Garcia asked in a cold voice.
"Your Majesty, please calm down, I came here for this matter," Di Carr wiped the sweat from his forehead, "The amount of 5000 pills you requested to buy is too much, even if Hermes went all out to produce them, there is no way to meet your demand in a short period of time. This time I brought back a new batch –"
"How many?" Garcia interrupted.
"A thousand," Dika said while putting his hand on his chest, "The rest will be delivered one after another."
"And what did you promise before?" Her face became slightly better, "How many do you want? Where are the pills, I will send someone to get them. "
"In the Church, I don't know if the Golden Dragon …"
"I will not miss a single Golden Dragon," Garcia went in front of Dika and whispered in his ear, "But if the rest of the pills don't arrive soon, your head will be hung on the Black Sail flagship's ram, I think the Archbishop won't shed a single tear for you."
After the priest left with a pale face, she went back to the railing and looked at the distant sea-line. The sea breeze lifted her long gray hair, like a flag fluttering in the wind on the mast of a fleet.
"You're right, I am worried about the problem of the pills." Garcia's voice seemed to be very far away, "If Timothy had arrived two months later, I would have been more prepared, and at that time, without relying on the pills, I would have been able to defeat his King's City Knight regiment. Unfortunately, he came too soon. "
"You've done a very good job." Ryan thought, who else could do a better job? Since occupying Eagle City, she had formulated a response plan. She had ordered people to take away the supplies and residents, while digging ditches in the city to pour black water. In the case of a shortage of manpower, she had exchanged the Southern Territory for the support of the Sand Nation, and then let the clan warriors who had taken the pills attack the Knight regiment from both sides. Her loyal supporters, in order to resist the last wave of overwhelming attacks, also did not hesitate to swallow the secret medicine.
"The secret medicine provided by the Church is not as I said, it is not harmful to life. If it is not supplemented for a long time, the person who takes the medicine will become manic and restless, and then in weakness, pain and limb atrophy they will die. I don't care about the life and death of the Sand Nation, but the people who work for me should get the best reward. " She paused, "Ryan, you take some people to retrieve the pills, and then distribute them to the brave warriors. Let them split into two halves, so that they can last a little longer. "
"I will obey your wishes, Your Majesty."
Just as Ryan was about to leave, the guard's voice sounded outside the door for the third time, "Your Highness, there is a secret letter from King's City."
"Read it before you go," she said.
"Yes," Ryan took back the secret letter, skillfully cut the seal, and took out the letter paper. Most of these secret letters were information sent back by the spies lurking in various places. They were not signed, nor did they have a recipient, and the content was usually as simple and clear as possible. But when he read the first sentence, his whole body suddenly froze in place.
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